Happy New Year, Happy New Decade, Happy New Everything
Why do we have this self-imposed idea that throughout our lives we are meant to maintain a perfect, crisp version of ourselves? Like untouched snow, or fresh school shoes that we don’t want to scratch.
I would like a conversation, where we talk about life and living and what it all means. Maybe after, my brain will turn into liquid and drip into dreams.
the mention of spirits, the dead and the imagery that comes with it, can be quite difficult to see. What are your thoughts?
Now I am faced with life after Mum. Life without Mum, with myself, a stranger, who still bases their decisions on what their Mum would do.
What is Halloween like for you where you live?
Every time someone asks you what you need, you’re reluctant to share.
Because when you do, they question that decision.
Are you focussing on your mental health? Work? Home life?
To me, grief represents love, beauty but also isolation.